“Thanks, but that's not going to fix anything. It's like putting a Band-Aid on a bullet wound.”
“You can't patch a wounded soul with a Band-Aid.”
“Great, the worlds coming to an end and we're fixing it with Band-Aids”
“Throw a pair of Band-Aids over your eyelids, and open your eyes to your wounds.”
“You want to put a band-aid on something that needs stitches.”
“Sorry," I said. There was little healing power in the word, but maybe the Inspectre wasn't looking to heal. Maybe he didn't want someone to fix it. It had been broken too long for me to think anything I said would actually help. It was like trying to put a Band-Aid on a shark bite. Sometimes people just needed to vent and get it out of their system.”